I work in the deli section of a grocery store. Next to the deli is a sushi bar.

Customer: *To me.* “You got any mini sashimi platters left?”

Me: “I don’t know, sir. You’d have to ask the sushi bar. This is the deli.”

Customer: “Yeah, why are you at the deli anyway? You should get back over to the sushi bar.”

Me: “I don’t work at the sushi bar. I work here in the deli.”

Customer: *Confused.* “But, you’re Asian.”

Me: “I am.”

Customer: “So what are you doing in the deli?”

Me: “Right now, I’m talking to a customer who thinks that I should be working in the sushi bar just because I’m Asian, even though sushi is Japanese and I’m Chinese.”

Customer: “Alright! No need to be dramatic! Where’s the sushi guy?”

Me: “He’s right there.” *Points to the guy at the sushi bar, who is ethnically Mexican.*

Customer: “Him?!”

Me: “Sir, I’ve already called out some potentially problematic assumptions you’ve made about what race should be working what counter. You sure you want to double down?”

Customer: *Walking away.* “This store doesn’t make any sense!”

A variation of this happens at least once a week.